(A Reply to Davi Blumenfeld's The Philosopher in Issue 61)
Wittgenstein’s fly can get out of the bottle
The boxed cat is alive, have no fear,
And these poems, of which I’m writing a lot’ll
Rest on a real table right here.
The reason I’m certain not all Cretans lie,
A. won every race, without doubt?
I’ve put my own finger right into this pie
And here’s the ripe plum I’ve pulled out.
Such conundrums don’t bother my dog or my cat
They just want to be loved, safe and fed.
And most human beings must also want that.
What’s wisdom, when all’s done and said?
It’s the knowledge required to get through one’s life:
That is. how to supply all these needs
And cope with the endless troubles and strife,
And avoid, if one can, warring creeds.
There are people who meet, and drink coffee and tea,
Invited to knit and to natter
And that’s where this thought came and comforted me:-
Philosophy just doesn’t matter!